She takes the blame takes the pain but the world smiles'Cos outside is just a taxi ride to drive awaySo she packs her bag calls a cab and the world smilesAnd inside well she feels all right and turns to say:

"Yes it's the end the final showdownYes it's the end of our small loveYou'll have to find another no one to take the shit like I haveWell I guess this is the end I guess this is the end."

She feels the sun, phones her mum and the world smiles'Cos outside in the morning light it's another daySo she packs her bag, smokes a fag and the world smiles'Cos inside well she feels all right, and turns to say:

"Yes it's the end, the final showdownYes it's the end of our small loveYou'll have to find another no one who'll take the shit like I haveWell I guess this is the end, I guess this is the end...Oh well..."